Mibby Garrett walks through grief as if feeling her way through an unfamiliar room on a moonless night. She’s been unable to get her life back on track after losing her husband in a bicycle accident. Owner and operator of Perennially Yours Garden Design and mother to twelve-year-old Ky, Mibby struggles to keep her “boat tied to the dock” as she avoids reminders of her husband and their former life. A new garden design project, the puzzling case of dying rosebushes, and a mysterious young stranger bring Mibby out of her fog. Has God answered her prayers in the most unexpected way? Garden Gates, Book 1.
Like a Watered Garden: A Novel (Garden Gates)
• 12 years ago





Bloomin’ in all the right ways Downloaded this book early today – figured I could have an option to read while I waited at a doctor appointment – started reading and other than coming home from the doctor didn’t get anything else done! Terrific story telling – I am also a widow and hesitated to read yet another sappy story that slapped a load of spiritual platitudes on my broken heart – well glad I took a chance ’cause this was SO good. Wish I were a real gardener not a buyer and planter of doomed vegetation but Mibby is a dear and I wish I could have her for a friend as well as a “garden designer”. Wow I wanted to hate that Earring Girl too! Sighed over the hunky Ben and shuddered at the slobbery mess Blink left on everyone — read this book – it’ll make you glad God gives all His children blessings even if our parents didn’t, couldn’t, did not want to — and family is the group of people you care about – not just someone who shares your DNA.Thank you for writing, Patti Hill – I’m reading!
A wonderful treat! From the highly intriguing first line (“I received a box of flowers from my dead husband”), I was hooked!Whithin the first chapters, a wonderful set of characters had won me over, each in their own way…I felt I was perched on Mibby’s shoulder all along, smiling with her and handing her tissues during her “blubberfests”… If I reached down my sofa, I could even Pet black lab Blink.I could feel his breath down my neck riding the Daisymobile with Mibby…I could smell and taste Louise’s pastries and hear her comforting sermons to Mibby.The gardener I am NOT could feel the sun on her back, the dirt under her fingernails and smell the flowers… Not a small feat!!In her first book, novelist Patty Hill has managed to address the very personal and private topic of grieving, without sounding too mushy, languishing or pessimistic. The Catholic-girl-gone-bad that I am even enjoyed the religious bits intertwined here and there all along…Her fresh, quirky writing style and her down-to-earth, warm tone left me wishing for more when I got to the last page.I will be eagerly waiting for book number 2. In the meantime, I am actively looking for a house in Orchard City… Preferably in Mibby and Louise’s street!
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